seoul | v.k

i

there were too many drugs in the seoul sky

smoke fills the air like toxic waste

its almost like everyone here wants to die

like they're all too miserable

or may they want to live

maybe the city has to hurt themselves to feel alive

or even worse, stay alive

it hurts my nose

its overpowering

its a beautiful night though

the luminating moon behind the clouds

like the clouds are protecting the moon

yet the moon still shines bright

even behind a wall she built,

everyone can see her beauty

i wonder if thats how i feel

i wonder if i too,

am like the moon

its a shame we have to be dulled by others' own pain

their hurt & suffering blocks us from shining fully

yet at the same time their exhaust makes us all the more majestic

is it our fault?

or is it theirs?

who am i kidding...

i dont know if you can even hear me

i dont know who you are

but thank you..

im really excited for this story & i hope you all like it ♥ any guesses on who the protagonist is?

(songs that inspired or describe chapters will be at the end)

recognize - unapologetic x